Whatever happens, men will always be men. No matter how good they claim themselves to be, there will always be an inner devil that lurks in their souls. Yes, ladies, despite how many times your guy tells you how he's into you, there will always come a time when temptation will overpower him and will let him submit to his carnal desires. I'm not saying this because I experienced it first handedly (although I'm hoping I don't). I'm saying this because that's just the way men are. They're... carnal by nature, and there's nothing we can do to change that fact.

I know, it's such an overwhelming statement. But based on the stories of good friends, based on my conversations with my guy friends, and even based on what my boyfriend had to say, I can safely assume that this is the nature of the male species.

According to them, the carnal instincts strike them whenever and wherever. Usually there's no control over it. And the "feeling" actually heightens with the cold weather (seriously!?). If they get horny right there and then, what do they do to vent if off? Well, some of them just shrugs it off. Others go into fantasy land with the first woman with boobs and booty they could see. Still others let it out by flirting, and if the woman flirts back, then it's jackpot.

And what are their thoughts on One-Night-Stands? "It's okay as long as the girl you're with is hot." Just as long as both of you agree that what happens that one night remains in that one night, and you both agree that let's-forget-about-everything-tomorrow, then why not? After all, it's just one night of pure pleasure. Nothing personal.

So for all you ladies out there, better accept the fact that your guy will always be a guy, and that means there is a high probability that he will indulge and succumb to his carnal pleasures. This doesn't mean he doesn't love you. It simply means he's a man and he has needs that you can't satisfy. Unless of course you've set certain rules for your relationship. 

Earlier while preparing for work, I couldn't remember the dream I had right before I woke up that morning. I could see snapshots and images from my dream, but I couldn't tell exactly what it was about, or who were the people involved. Then that got me thinking: they say dreams are a reflection of what our subconsciousness is like, that dreams are our inner desires or fears or anxieties or passions.

But what if... dreams are actually a snapshot of what's happening in parallel dimensions? Weird thought, huh? I got the idea from one of my favorite anime, Full Metal Alchemist, wherein the earth has a parallel universe with the same natural laws, it's just that one universe focused on Science and Technology, while the other on Alchemy.

In our case, what if the dreams we have is a view of what the parallel universe is like? What if the things that are happening in our dreams are the actual events that take place in the other dimension?  What if the dreams that are windows to the soul are actually windows to the other side of the galaxy -- where our other self lives? What if dreams are actually the key to solving one of the biggest theories of all time: the Multiverse?

I have always been a fan of the MULTIVERSE -- a set of multiple possible universes that comprise all of physical reality. I do not reject the possibility of having another me, another earth, another solar system, another universe in another space and time. Space and time are unfathomable entities that cannot be fully quantified by man, nor the smartest supercomputer there is. Clearly we cannot limit the universe to just OUR universe because who knows, there might be other dimensions out there. The question is, how far should we go to search for answers to these mysteries?

If I were God, I can make anybody according to my image and likeness. But I'm not, so I just have to deal with what I have, and who I live with. You just can't dictate people how they should live their lives based on how you want them to, nor can you ask them to be someone based on how you want them to be. We can only do as much as influence them based on your principles and values, but you can never turn them into someone they're not.

I want my sister to follow my footsteps and be as conservative as I am. But my sister is a grown woman and she has her own beliefs, so all I can do is respect her as a person and accept her outlook in life. I want my boyfriend to be the perfect man -- to socialize with my friends, to dress up once in a while, to always be at my service, but I can't do that. Because if I do, I'm transforming him to someone else. I love him for who he is - with or without his flaws.

To quote Marc, "Ako ay ako, ikaw ay ikaw, sila ay sila (I'm me, you're you, they're them)."

Yesterday, I just lost my P1i while on my way home via the MRT. I almost went crazy after learning that my phone is not in my bag. I fought the urge to burst into tears until I reached my house, and the first thing I did was to call Marc and tell him about my demise. And then I texted my family, and friends about the sad news. I cried my heart out the entire night, and I just couldn't accept the awful luck that dawned on me. Why me? Why my new phone? Why?

I must admit, it's partly my fault for being careless on public transportation, knowing how attractive my phone must be for others. What hurts most, though, is that my phone has only been with me for three weeks, and it cost me A LOT... I haven't even maximized it yet... I should have just given the money to my parents like I always did, I could've helped them. But I chose to follow my desire and get me a new gadget. And this happens.

This is the second gadget I've bought with my own money and the second gadget I've lost. My digicam got stolen during our Batangas outing (but that's because I was drunk that time). And now, my new phone. Three months after I bought my digicam, I lost it. Three weeks after I bought my new phone, I lost it. They say bad luck always comes in threes... So, what's next? Will I lose it in three days?

I hate the fact that for the first time in 25 years, I have fallen victim to a pick-pocket. I have always been a careful person, that's why for the past 10 years of commuting, I haven't had the experience of being a victim to thievery. But why now? With my new phone? I feel like I just threw away PHP30k for someone who didn't even work for it. Why is it so unfair?

Maybe I was going crazy last night, I was blaming my old phone (Nokia 7270) for what happened. My old phone just loves me too much, that even if I crashed it a lot of times and I lost it already, it always finds its way back to me. Maybe it got jealous of my new phone, and it drove my P1i away. Does my 7270 have a soul that's spiritually attached to me?

I feel bad with what happened. But that has opened my eyes to the lousy security implemented at the MRT stations. I asked the help of three guards, and the people inside the booth. But they shrugged me off with "Sorry we can't do anything about it." Is that the kind of crap they feed to pickpocket victims? So if I told them someone had a bomb, would they also shrug me off?

Friends and family keep telling me that it's okay, good things will come, or that karma will definitely haunt my thief. Yes, I appreciate their concern, but they obviously can't fathom my loss and the pain it causes. For now, I have accepted my loss and I have stopped crying. Maybe I already have so much, and I just don't realize that. Maybe that's why He gave it away...
 

 

Currently feeling: depressed

I'm a constant user of YM, and I must admit, I can't go online without logging into YM as well (even though at times, I'm under invisible mode). Surprisingly, the number of contacts registered as my "friends"  have reached 350+, most of them I've met during my online gaming days (and almost have of them I barely talk to). Anyway, it's just funny how everytime I log in, there's always an interesting status message from someone. So now, I've come to a conclusion: What you put in as your status message is actually a well-thought status message. Hehehe.

Why do I say that? For one, I'm guilty of it. I carefully choose what status message I put. Although I always put the URL of my blog as my status message, I choose to do so because I don't want to appear so emo or problematic or some bitch sociopath wanting to get attention. Most of my status messages are also witty remarks or jologs phrases, simply because feeling ko astig ako. See? There's a lot of explanation as to why I put that kind of status message. Haha.

I often see these status messages (sorry kung isa ka dito hehe): 

You can't break my heart because it already stopped beating. Baaah so emo! God, I can't stand these types. If you're trying to send the message to someone, then tell that person. If I were the girl and alam ko ako pinapatamaan mo, pakshet ka manigas ka dyan. Hehe, well, that's just me. Heartless.

Song lyrics. Ahhh... the typical status message. If you've got nothing to put, then just get some random song's lyrics and put it in your status message. Either people will wonder how poetic you are, or you're just stupid to not be original. Whatever.

Naliligo, kumakain, mamaya punta ako sa comp shop, bad trip today hindi nya ako pinansin.... And all that sh!t. Oh come on, do you have to tell everybody what you've been doing and how your day has been? We're not interested. Period.

Naglalaro, do not disturb. This one's an idiot. If you didn't want to be disturbed, then don't sign in or go under invisible mode. Then if you want to talk to someone, send him/her a message. Don't pretend you're busy, we all know you're not.

Anyway, I'm also guilty of using those status messages. But I've had a change of heart and decided to just promote my blog sites. And if I get super irritated just because almost everybody has a stupid status message, I usually put this: <insert stupid, corny, sappy, totally unoriginal quote here>. Even that, may nanggagaya pa. Bwiset.

We've always heard the classic quotes: Honesty is the best policy. The truth will set you free. Honest to Goodness. But the fact is, when you're facing a big ordeal involving honesty, those quotes seem so meaningless... so far from reality. The complexity of making a choice between being telling the whole truth, telling half truth, and not telling the truth at all stabs your conscience and pierces your morals that you start to doubt your own character.

The truth always has consequences. Telling the entire truth can cause thousands of walls between two people, isolating them despite their closeness. It can hurt. Telling only half of what is true will lessen the pain, but it will never give you peace of mind. The guilt is there, and you can't hide that fact as time passes by. Not telling the truth at all will drive you insane. The added burden of keeping something to yourself will slowly eat your soul.

Any of the choices you make, you'll have to deal with its consequence. The question is, are you brave enough to make that choice?

I'm not.